UNTITLED
by: d.l.c. nardo Welcome to the party, baby. This pleasure without shame feels much lighter. You are reclaiming your agency,...
LOVE SONNET –– :WOMEN_WRESTLING:
After Jamie Paige by Avery Lake I’m loud in your face like a pop-up, smirking in a cardboard cutout crown, ...
MY QUEERNESS IS QUIET
By H. M. My queerness is quiet. It’s mine to keep. It lives on the sixth page of my diary....
NOCTURNAL ANIMAL
by Duncan Bain I used to be an early riser For much of my childhood it was a matter...
JOURNAL D’UN ENFANT DE LA MER
by Eli H and you told me Your Father will save me and i said i don’t believe in...
ACROSS THE ROAD, THERE IS STILL DAYLIGHT
by Yael Tobon i feel more human so human i saw my mother’s pumping heart through her chest, so human...
RED SANTAN
by: d.l.c. nardo Have you ever tasted the sweet nectar of a Red Santan? Huddled around the bush, we...
THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN DANCING
by Lorenzo Carrara Long before padded feet tapped the beat, wings flapped, their pit-pat in Rhythm Eternal. Long before the...
Second Iteration in D Major
by Sofia Vukovic Tonight no one’s the martyr. No obituaries. No donations. Tonight we try on each other’s clothes. You...
The Naiad (When the Willow Ceases to Weep)
by Zenya Hendricks Snaking through the water grass is a maiden. Behind her, sprawled like a collapsed sheep, is her...
How I sliced my finger on my way here
By Sophie Dufresne I sliced my finger as I was cutting bread this morning while making a sandwich for my...
The binary brain of cis allies
by Sophie Dufresne Cis people think in binaries. That’s the only explanation I have for why they use the wrong...
Purest Joy
by ezra-jean Two or more independent parties, running from the cafe to the grocery, grocery to the park, park to...
thrifted
by Arshia Kakkar my mother once asked why I choose to wear the tasteless and tragic garments of those whom...
La Guelaguetza
by Felicia Zhornitsky the prettiest girl I have ever seen was in el parque de calwa on the day that...
Sleepaway Slips Away
by Paola Lopez Sauri The afternoon wind cradles the dust unearthed by turning tires. Whimpers pierce my ears like needles...
there is a light that never goes out
by a.j. flora my guiding star is the yellowish hue streaming from your bedroom window and it’s never looked so...
PLEASURE
by christian scott. [We swim in crystalline waters] To navigate life in ’s’ shape...
DOG IS TRANS
by Ari X Since becoming displaced nine months ago, I’ve gotten 12 tattoos. The biggest question after “what are they?!”...
Be my bubble bath
by Samantha Lapenna I gently follow the trail of freckles with my finger, reminded of how the sun beckons her...
Mount Mansfield
by Tragash In the alpine tundra, needles of coniferous limbs only reach my chest. There’s sun on a false Mans-...
Desert Drive Motel (NO VACANCY)
by Nawaal Bhuiyan “What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?” — Benjamin Alire Sáenz ...
Safsal Gaiya
by Claire Rachel On our first real date Second in two days On a dark bench We kissed in this...
the ways in which language fights my locality
By Kiran S. the breath of this language kisses my cheek/ and speaks in a dull whisper/ the breath of...
PARFOIS
By: Hoda Adra Parfois c’est haut, Parfois c’est bas Parfois c’est mieux ici, d’autres fois là-bas Parfois c’est l’ennui, Parfois...
“Re: Shouts Into the void”
By: Andrew Sawyer In . . . I’m coming out as nonbinary. Or genderqueer if you’re feeling flirty. What this...
Limiting (Re)Agents
By: n.i. This article was written on the unceded and stolen land of the Kanien‘kehá:ka people with gratitude to and...
You have the eyes of your ancestors
By Abeer Almahdi, @abeeraalm You have the eyes of your ancestors
“Checking off every box but belonging nowhere” & “Paradigm shift”
By Jia Yi Fan, @Norwaypheonix Checking off every box but belonging nowhere What makes me a local? Living here for...
EARTH GUARDIANS
By Jude Thornberry CW: mention of terms related to sexual abuse, homophobic slurs The day my brother Sebastian was born...